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His store is a rusty warehouse, low and musty, piled full of boxes of soap and candles and dried fish, with a little glass cubby in one corner, where a thin clerk sits at a high desk, like a spider in his web. Perhaps he is a spider, for the cubby is swarming with flies, whose hum is the only noise of traffic; the glass of the window-sash has not been washed since it was put in apparently.
The rusty nails were pulled out, and others substituted in places where things could really be hung on them notably in the kitchen, where they supported Felicia's pots and pans in neatly ordered rows. The burdocks disappeared, the shutters were persuaded not to squeak, the few pieces of furniture from home were settled in places where they would look largest. Yes, the house began to be friendly.
Unselfish Friendship: May we ever be able to serve a friend, and noble enough to conceal it. Firm Friendship: May differences of opinion only cement it. May we have more and more Friends and Need them less and less. May our Friend in sorrow never be a Sorrowing friend. Active Friendship: May the hinges of friendship never grow rusty. To our Friends: Whether absent on land or sea.
Caesar felt the grandeur of the landscape; the enormous sadness of the remnants of aqueducts, which had the colour of rusty iron, beneath a sky of pink clouds. At dusk they turned back. Caesar felt a weight on his spirits. The walls of the Baths of Caracalla looked threatening to him.
"Let me know when you learn anything new!" said Rusty Wren. And Mr. Chippy said that nothing would please him more than to do just that. Well, the very next day Mr. So Rusty flew straight to the stone wall, where he found little Mr. Chippy all aflutter. Mr. Chippy dropped quickly into the road, pointing to some tiny marks in the dust. "Are those like the tracks you saw?" he asked.
Two or three small craft were, like them selves, riding at anchor, their decks wet and deserted; others were getting under way to take advantage of the tide, which had just turned. "Up with the anchor," said the skipper, seizing a handspike and thrusting it into the windlass. As the rusty chain came in, an ominous growling came from below, and Bill snatched his handspike out and raised it aloft.
The door, which moved with difficulty on its creaking and rusty hinges, being forced quite open, a square and sturdy little urchin became apparent, with cheeks as red as an apple. A book and a small slate, under his arm, indicated that he was on his way to school.
She was at home with her fast-growing family of youngsters, at home in the cherry tree near Farmer Green's chamber window. "Dear me!" Mrs. Wren exclaimed. "I don't see what's keeping Rusty. It's at least a quarter of an hour since he brought any food to these children." Mrs. Wren soon grew tired of waiting. "I'll go and find him!" she said under her breath.
They soon found that a little of the physic which is supposed to be "rough on rats" would have been of advantage; for the very first night many of the men were awakened by those creatures nibbling at their toes! Everything on board was dirty: the tin pannikins were rusty, the biscuit was mouldy and full of creatures that the captain called weevils and Macleod styled wee-deevils.
He was a tall, lank old gentleman, clad in rusty black clothes, with a pointed collar sticking up on both sides of his fringe of grey whisker and a voluminous black neckcloth folded several times round his neck, and by the expression of his countenance was inclined to look on life severely. "Nobody been in yet?" asked Mr. Kaye. "No, but here's Mr. Lummis and Mr. Skene," replied the barmaid.
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